Random thought: The profound-ness and enormity of memories that simple things can hold always leaves me amazed. That memory lasting a lifetime, but how fugacious those moments were. The memories still have such a lasting impact on a person. 

Conclusion: We are shaped forever by a compilation of memories about moments that, themselves only lasted a moment.



 The undulations of the oceans mimic human nature.

Feelings. Up and down, up and down.

A pull in one direction and a push in another.

So many things thriving within the waters of our minds.

Some as small as plankton, some as immense as whales.

Some things on the surface, some down in the deep dark depths.

Simple Beauties

Simple beauties make me infinitely happy. Natural lighting, perfectly shaped leaves on a tree, imperfectly shaped eyebrows, the sound of  a G chord and a C chord together on a guitar, a child’s giggle, a baby’s smile, listening to someone talk about what they are passionate about, making eye contact with a stranger and getting a smile in response, the stars, rain drops on the window, getting a hug, bubbles floating in your coffee, a butterfly or bee buzzing from flower to flower. All things that make me pause and appreciate that small moment. Knowing that I have to try and take note of it, quickly, before it passes. To many, these may be simple everyday things, but to me they are the grand things of life. Those are the moments that makes life worth living.

Leaving Paradise

mo·v [moo-v]


1.  To go from one place of residence to another.

2. Stir or evoke strong feelings or emotions.

I sit on our deck, the mezzanine seats of the phenomenal and inconstant play that is the ocean. This will be one of the last nights I will view this, experience this, feel this, smell this, hear this, or taste this. The last night I will be at the place I’ve called home for a biennial. I sit cross-legged and I stare at the sea. As I gaze, my eyes go out of focus as the occasional tears trickle out of them. The rays of the moon that are glistening on the cresting waves, being viewed through little translucent beads falling from my eyes, suddenly begin to look like illuminated bedrock on the ocean floor. Sometimes they even resemble colossal whales glowing fluorescent blue under the ever-changing liquid hills. I know my body temperature is below what it should be and a part of me wants to go inside, but the desire to try and soak up the, over all, ambiance is stronger. I start to lightly shiver, but I am anchored in this position for the time being. The sound of the waves, the cool ocean air, the red ring around the moon, the clouds creeping through the endless expanse of sky, and the sparkling stars, all give me a refreshed feeling, like I am completely in touch with myself and in tune with nature; a feeling like I am renewed and can restart fresh. The feelings I felt and the setting in which I felt these emotions, can never be repeated. I will never be able to fully, verbally express everything about this last, late night excursion to the beach house deck. Everything was too grand, too perfect, too unique, too revitalizing and restoring to explain. But I can say this with full confidence, this experience will forever be one of my favorite memories of this house I’ve thrived in for 2 exceptional years.